Beatnik belly-aching
John
has a big time come
for a one way run
down no-more-memory lane.
Got a big ole'
Sack
of smoke 'em if you caught 'em
from the fellow in the AeroStar Van.
Not baby-maker sickies, no,
get your head outa that can,
trash!
Oh blow me a river
of green giggles
and great ideas
and happy times
with maybe
just maybe
one friend
if we're lucky.
Who's rich in that department anyway?
It pays minimum wage in my state;
Intoxicnation.
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